Bandit Shi Xianyu

When Ansel came, he brought everyone a cup of ginger tea, carefully took them out of the plastic slots one by one, folded the paper bags, put them in his handy backpack, and smiled at everyone.

"It's such a hot day..." Kong Ping could barely hold the hot teacup, and she didn't know whether to say something or not.

But Fei Zuohua didn't say anything, even opened the lid, took a sip of the steaming tea, and said, "It's a bit bitter."

Ansel nodded: "I don't really like sugar, it's too hot."

Kong Ping couldn't hold the hot cup, and was crowded in the car with no place to put it. Hou Qi'an next to him reached out to him and took the cup of hot tea.

"Don't you feel it's hot?" Kong Ping saw that he was holding it, but she didn't react at all.

Hou Qi'an looked at the tea: "I don't think so."

"Is the callus too thick?"

Hou Qi'an: "...Maybe."

Shi Yuanchen couldn't hold it, he put it on the glove box, and took the two cups from Hou Qi'an's hand by the way.

Ansel squeezed into the back seat, squeezed Kong Ping in the middle into a stretched version, and opened Fei Zuohua's chair that was driving directly in front: "Let's go now?"

Fei Zuohua nodded: "We came back after dinner, we ate a little early, try to go as early as possible, after all we don't know when they will start."

"Not earlier than eight," said Ansel.

Shi Yuanchen turned his head and smiled: "No one knows if Baishi will go and when."

Ansel had an inexplicable respect for Shi Yuanchen, and when he heard what he said, he nodded: "Then let's go."

Shi Yuanchen opened the door and was about to get out of the car: "We have discussed it, so I won't go. I'll go to watch the monitoring, you go."

Kong Ping, who was squeezed into pieces of paper, also patted Hou Qi'an, motioning for him to make way: "I'm not going either, the two of us stay here."

Ansel watched the two of them get out of the car, waved to someone, and walked eastward around the street.He turned to greet Qi An: "This is not the way to the police station."

Hou Qi'an told him: "They go back to the hotel and get something."

It turns out that they did arrive early.

With Ansel's identity, they can still enter the community for the time being, but the police force near the house is arranged, and Ansel can't get too close. They parked the car at the corner of the street.

It was still bright outside, and it was only past six o'clock, and Profess's house could be seen in the distance. Fei Zuohua and Hou Qian'an had very good eyesight. If Baishi appeared, they would not miss it.Ansel is still a little short-sighted, but he brought a telescope, so he took it out for comparison right now.

Hou Qian'an looked at his clumsy appearance, then turned to look at Fei Zuohua: "Your training will be a little stricter."

Fei Zuohua was lighting a cigarette, turned to look at Ansel and smiled, and said to Hou Qi'an, "He's still young."

Ansel looked up, with glistening beads of sweat on the tip of his nose: "What are you talking about?"

"It's nothing." Fei Zuohua turned around and turned down the air conditioner.

Hou Qi'an didn't see the angle here well. He got out of the car and walked to the passenger seat, opened the door and sat in. This place is not blocked by anything, which is very suitable.

Seeing him coming, Fei Zuohua didn't say anything, but raised his cigarette: "Do you want it?"

Hou Qi'an folded his arms and shook his head.

There are passing vehicles on the side of the road, each driving towards its own nest, and after parking, it is stuffed into the house. When it comes down, it looks like an ordinary family, a husband, wife, children on a leash, and a running dog.It was getting dark.

The lights in the car were not turned on, and Fei Zuohua smoked who knows how many cigarettes, and the area around him was filled with smoke.

Hou Qi'an turned his head and glanced at him: "You should take a rest."

Fei Zuohua raised his eyebrows noncommittally: "I'm not sleepy."

Hou Qi'an gave him a serious look, and turned his head away.

They were not very close friends, and the goodbye was not to reminisce about the old days. Fortunately, they were both silent and would not feel embarrassed, so they didn't care much at this time.

It's just that Ansel, who loves to talk, has a few words with this one, and a few words with that one, but he only gets a cold answer. After a long time, he also felt bored and fell asleep.

They waited until it was almost eight o'clock, and saw more and more people entering the house, until the peak of visitors passed, and the rest were scattered people, and it seemed that it was almost over.

Fei Zuohua and Hou Qi'an looked at each other, both of them were a little disappointed, Fei Zuohua stubbed out his cigarette, and planned to leave until nine o'clock.

But before nine o'clock, at eight twenty, Hou Qi'an suddenly sat up straight.

Fei Zuohua sat up straight and looked in the direction he was looking: "What?"

Hou Qi'an is very serious: "Look at ten o'clock."

Fei Zuohua looked up and saw a car parked beside the bushes, and a man was walking back to the driver's seat, as if he had just gone down and moved something.

Fei Zuohua was startled, looked at the tall man, turned his head and patted Ansel awake: "Telescope!"

Ansel opened his eyes in bewilderment, and just as he raised the binoculars, Fei Zuohua snatched them away.Fei Zuohua needed a telescope, because he found that the man had dark blond hair.

Hou Qi'an said, "He's in the car."

From the binoculars, Fei Zuohua only saw the moment the window was rolled up. The man was wearing a pair of sunglasses.

"Follow." Fei Zuohua handed the telescope to Hou Qi'an, and stepped on the accelerator.Ansel sat up and leaned forward: "Did you find it?"

Hou Qi'an shook his head: "It's hard to say, but it might be."

***

The conversation was divided into two parts. Shi Yuanchen and Kong Ping were still chatting in the elevator. They found the Infiniti Q45 that entered the city four days ago, but the monitoring was far from enough to track the whole process. Tracking was lost within a block.But the good news is that the car with this license plate and this model have not been seen in the monitoring of the city, which means that no matter where Baishi is now, he is still in this city.

This is somewhat of an improvement, Kong Ping feels that her body is getting stronger and stronger.

"Did you not lock the door when you left?" Kong Ping looked at the opened door and turned to ask Shi Yuanchen.

Shi Yuanchen pushed it vigilantly, and seeing a person wrapped in the quilt on the bed inside, he breathed a sigh of relief, and told Kong Ping, "It's Lu Mingyue."

When the two of them walked in, they saw Lu Mingyue moved under the blanket, then raised his head. His hair was still wet, and a black suit jacket was thrown on the ground. Kong Ping took a closer look, and the jacket was Shanghai It has a silver brooch, which is really chic.

"Why don't you go back to your room?" Shi Yuanchen asked him while putting down his bag, "You are the one who wants to move out."

Lu Mingyue struggled to sit up, his face was covered with traces of hangover, he sat in a daze for a while before answering: "Isn't this my room?"

Kong Ping gave him a blank look: "No, you live next door. You are going to move yourself, saying that it will delay your work, did you forget?"

Lu Mingyue's face was pale, and she looked like she was about to vomit, but at least she hit her chest and flipped through her clothes on the ground with her feet: "Oh. Then I'll go back."

He calmly lifted the quilt and stood up to change his clothes. He was naked, Kong Ping subconsciously turned his head away, and Shi Yuanchen didn't even look this way.

Guessing that Lu Mingyue had put on his clothes, Kong Ping turned back and saw Lu Mingyue buttoning up his buttons. His suit was straight, without a jacket, and he looked like a bartender, a waiter, or a nine-ball player.

Lu Mingyue scratched her messy hair, smiled at them, and left the room.Kong Ping looked at the messy bed: "Is this yours or Fei Zuohua's?"

Shi Yuanchen turned his head to look: "It's his original."

Kong Ping sighed faintly: "Is this the lovelorn?"

Shi Yuanchen smiled: "It's hard to say."

"Did he follow us to meet Shiraishi?"

"What do you think?"

"It should be." Kong Ping sat on the chair, "My impression of him is that he wrote love letters to Baishi."

***

Fei Zuohua drove very steadily, maintaining an appropriate distance, which was also due to the stable driving of the vehicle in front and not over-accelerating at the intersection.But Fei Zuohua was still very nervous, and Hou Qi'an next to him was similar. He turned his head and asked Ansel, "Did you bring a gun?"

Ansel shook his head in bewilderment, then became nervous again: "Will it develop into a shootout?"

Hou Qi'an said: "It's hard to say."

"Then I'll call reinforcements." He was about to get the pager when the car stopped.

Fei Zuohua stared at the car parked in front of a house, the three people in the car became nervous, the car in front did not move, no one got out of it, nor approached.

"No." Hou Qi'an frowned, "Baishi's car should be an Infiniti."

Fei Zuohua didn't move: "He might change the car."

Ansel grabbed Fei Zuohua's back: "Why doesn't he get out of the car?"

The eyes of the three were locked on the car, and Ansel even forgot to look for the pager.

Hou Qi'an touched the handle: "I'll go over and have a look."

"Don't go." Fei Zuohua stopped him, "Baishi is dangerous. I'll go."

Hou Qi'an glanced at him: "If it was him, he would leave when he saw you."

Fei Zuohua also realized this problem and fell silent.

After a while of silence, Hou Qi'an looked at Ansel.

Ansel blinked a few times.

"You can say that he was speeding just now, write down his information..."

Ansel's face turned pale: "You say he..."

Hou Qi'an interrupted him: "But you are a stranger, there is no need for him to do anything to you, and he doesn't know your identity. An ordinary traffic policeman asks an ordinary question, and he will not do anything to you."

Ansel looked at Hou Qi'an, and found that Hou Qi'an was not moved by his pitiful posture, so he could only look at Fei Zuohua begging for mercy, while Fei Zuohua was staring at the car in front of him, ready to respond at any time.

He had no choice but to sigh, and took out the jacket and hat of the police uniform from his backpack, and said while putting it on, "I think you are too obsessed, and you tend to go to extremes after chasing for too long."

Neither of them paid him any attention.

When he got out of the car, Fei Zuohua finally moved his eyes from the car in front to him, and looked at him calmly: "Don't worry, nothing will happen."

Ansel looked at him, nodded, and got out of the car.

Hou Qi'an's hand had already opened the car door, and he was ready to get off at any time. The two of them looked at Ansel who was slowly approaching the car, walking around the bend like a child trying to set off a firecracker when he was a child.

He bent down, knocked on the car window, and said something.

A man emerged from the car.

Hou Qi'an has already opened the door and went down.

The person in front was faster, Ansel stepped back, and the man got out of the car.

Hou Qi'an and Fei Zuohua were stunned at the same time.

That's not Shiraishi.

Don't know who.

Hou Qi'an walked over quickly and took a look into the car. There was no one else in the car.

Ansel asked about the speed of the car according to the agreement, and the man responded cooperatively. The two sides shook hands in a friendly manner, and there was nothing to say.

Ansel looked at Hou Qi'an, and asked him if he had anything else to say. Hou Qi'an carefully looked at the man in front of him, and reconfirmed that he did not know this person.This person looks extremely ordinary, a person who is thrown into the crowd and cannot be seen.

Hou Qi'an shook his head, and the man got into the car, greeted them and left.

Ansel couldn't tell whether he was happy or disappointed, he patted Hoo Qi'an on the shoulder: "It doesn't matter."

Hou Qi'an frowned and didn't answer.

He got into the car and asked Fei Zuohua, "Did you find out?"

Fei Zuohua nodded slowly.

Ansel leaned forward on the back seat: "What did you find?"

Fei Zuohua squinted his eyes: "He drives very steadily."

"so what?"

"It's convenient for us to follow." Hou Qi'an added.

Ansel was surprised: "You mean he did it on purpose?"

Fei Zuohua nodded, and asked again: "Have you remembered his address?"

"Yes."

Fei Zuohua changed the car: "I guess so, there must be helpers on Baishi Road."

Hou Qi'an crossed his arms: "Not only."

"How to say?"

"I think we're very close to him." Hou Qi'an looked out the window, "otherwise he wouldn't ask this person to lead us away."

Fei Zuohua glanced at him, seemed to think of something, and accelerated his speed towards Profes' house.

At this time, Ansel's pager rang.

After the noisy radio, there was a notification and instructions from the police force.

Hou Qi'an's face changed: "The mayor is dead?"

Fei Zuohua burst into cold sweat, and blurted out: "Baishi."

Ansel's eyes widened and he didn't know how to react. Is this man... the god of death?